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Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 1

Ah…

It took me some effort not to yawn in the middle of the meeting I'm currently a part of. The gathering consisted of us, the four new KorTac recruits, listening to one of our instructors as he elaborate on the details of tomorrow's shooting test. Despite my attempts to stay engaged, his delivery was incredibly… slow. Feeling the pull of drowsiness, I closed my eyes briefly, allowing my thoughts to wander to past weeks' events.

I served in the military before. So, when I was offered a spot in this special organization, I seized this as an opportunity to start anew. Moreover, the compensation was generous; mostly due to the extensive secrecy of the job. I had to sign dozens upon dozens confidentiality agreements, to the extent I can't even disclose my employer nor workplace to my own family. 

I was gradually grinding my place nonetheless. But, like anyone before me, I had to pass a series of range tests. Overall it was demanding, but I handled it. I had to. 

A small cough snapped my eyes back open, my gaze focusing directly toward the men standing before us. One of them loomed significantly taller than the other however, so much so that I found myself wondering how he managed to navigate around on a daily basis.

He went by the name of König—the one that keeps his face hidden. 

It was my first time seeing him in person, although I had certainly heard of his reputation. His eerie presence was enough to send shivers down your spine, and what he's keeping hidden beneath his hood is rumored to be even more chilling. His silent nature was also known to be a stark contrast with the brutality he apparently displayed on the battlefield.

In short, I quickly came to the conclusion that he was someone better not messed with.

His gaze suddenly got on me, certainly prompted by how I was staring at him instead of paying attention to the snail pace instructions in the background. I held my gaze steady for a moment before redirecting my attention back to the briefing, which ended shortly afterward anyway. 

As everyone filed out of the room, I rose from my seat and took a moment to stretch my sore self, thinking I was alone. It was only after I made my neck crack in a satisfying way that I noticed the tall man eyeing me from the other corner of the room. However, he swiftly looked away when caught staring.

"Soldier, come here." he commanded, his stern voice offering no hints of a promising  encounter.

I raised a questioning eyebrow but eventually made my way to the front of the room. I stood in front of him like I wasn't impressed, though truth be told—hell he was quite imposing. Height become an irrelevant metric in his presence; you would always feel smaller next to him.

He's at least 6'8—no… 6'9", perhaps? 

"Yes, sir?" I replied as I kept my hands hidden behind me, subtly fidgeting my concerns away. His colossal stature had me tilting my head up quite a bit and, even then, his eyes were challenging to catch a glimpse of. 

König, though he towered over me, had a small look of intrigue. He squinted his eyes, making them even more difficult to perceive.

"What's your weapon of choice, soldier?" he asked out of nowhere. 

Well, hello to you too, I thought. Politeness, apparently, wasn't his strong suit. But that should be expected, I suppose...

His blunt question also caught me off guard since I assumed he was going to scold me for being distracted during a meeting, like a teacher might. A daunting teacher, in that case. But perhaps he was just curious, given he wasn't a part of our training before? And, considering tomorrow's shooting test, it made some kind of sense of him to inquire.

 "Well, anything that is a ranged weapon, sir. But I'd say I'm the most useful with a sniper in hand." I responded.

König looked at me with a new hint in his eyes. Was it curiosity? Amusement? It was difficult to tell.

"A trained sniper, hm?" He scoffed under his mask.

Ah, disdain then. 

"And what about your prior experiences?" he asked as he assessed me head to toe. The combination of his scrutiny and the questioning made it feel like I was under investigation, as if we were anything but from the same organization. Perhaps it's because I'm female? It wouldn't be the first time someone doubted my abilities solely for this reason.

It wasn't very pleasant to have to justify myself, but, as I felt I still wasn't off the hook completely, I eventually cleared my throat and answered again.

"I tried to join the police at first, but I enlisted in the army instead and served for some years before being recruited here."

König listened to my brief resume with an emotionless expression, though I could sense a hint of curiosity when his voice filled the room again.

"And what prevented you from joining the police?"

I could only meet König's gaze with a blank stare. He honed in on the one aspect I hoped he wouldn't, intensifying the irritation I was feeling over the entire situation. I looked away in an attempt to temper my now rising frustration, but his voice snapped back at me.

"Speak! I don't have all day."

"Sorry but this isn't relevant." I sharply replied. 

He stared right into my eyes, and I stared back, as if we're having some sort of a staring contest. The tension between us lingered with neither of us willing to address it. Again, his gaze revealed no emotions, offering no clues about his thoughts. 

And he abruptly shifted the subject, again.

"Well then, newbie… What about close-quarters combat? Do you know how to handle yourself?"

I pondered once more about what all this was about, but I eventually relaxed my jaw. A small smirk appeared on my lips, laden with all the bad omens it could carry. 

"I've been doing judo for a while, but tell me—is this some kind of interview? I would have printed my resume if I knew." I snickered.

He hummed as he slowly retrieved a small tablet from one of his cargo pockets. He tapped on it with quick, precise movements while I found myself studying his hands, wondering how he managed to use the compact device with such big fingers. My attention snapped back up when his thick German accent arose from beneath his black veil again.

"Indeed, your file says you are proficient in marksmanship and unarmed combat."

My eyes widened at the sudden mention of my 'file'. If he has access to my infos, what is he getting at?! I could only twitch my tongue in frustration, causing König to cast another assessing look my way.

"I want you in the gym in half an hour for a sparring match." he declared, allowing a moment of silence to let his words sink in.

"Against me."

—The fuck?! 

"Wha—But why?! The physical tests have already been done!" I protested, sounding more alarmed than what I would have liked to. 

I struggled to hold back the urge to enter panic mode, but that's it, I'm going to die—he’s going to fucking crush me. 

I stared at him putting his tablet back with eyes wide open, scanning for any signs this was just a bad dream I was having. He then looked back at my dumbfounded face, seemingly delighted by the panic oozing from every pore.

"Let me tell you this: I don't like your attitude, nor your refusal to disclose your antecedents. I'll see you in a bit."

And he just left me there, my mouth agape as a cold sweat ran down my spine. All I could hear was his echoing footsteps in the corridor before he left the building.

Well, I'm screwed.

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Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader

As one of the new KorTac recruits, you were already known not to 'fuck' around, but you couldn't care less. The opportunity to start anew was a good way to test yourself. Well... until he comes and challenges you. You could only wonder why König seemed so interested in you, but also why you were so compelled to seek out who really hid behind the mask. But the only important question is... Who will succumb first to the other, despite your respective inner demons? Maybe you'll find out for yourself what the Shadows have to offer-or, rather, what they'll make you sacrifice...

⚠️ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 🍑

explicit smut, slow burn, canon-typical violence, military inaccuracies, light angst

Story also posted on Wattpad, TikTok and ao3 @few_blood

Many thanks to @juicy_queen_mathilda for helping me so much with the german wordings ❤️❤️❤️

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 3 🦷

I wasn't able to react quickly enough. 

This time, he managed to grip my wrist hard. I was seeing all my life before my eyes as I was now locked in a position where I would never be strong enough to push him down with my upper body. And then, it hitted me. 

But perhaps with my legs, I could...

Without second guessing it, I fleetly jumped and kicked my feet on König's ass. While it projected him to the floor, it also made him lose the grip he had on me as I strongly pushed myself away. 

Here was his strongest, and yet weakest point: his imposing stature. He couldn’t get up as fast as I could. 

As he began to stand up, I rushed and jumped on his back, knees bent forward, effectively pushing away all the air present from his lungs in my landing. My hands fiercely seized his arm back and locked it again, his other hand left free for a second. König was stunned, but he quickly scanned for options. He could make one last attempt to gain control, and he took it. 

By swiftly spinning around his upper body, he extended his free member and grabbed the collar of my shirt in an instant. Using all his force to bring me down, my back crashed with the floor in a resounding thud. I winced as a sharp, electric pain surged through me instantly.

I let out a frustrated roar and tried to struggle, but König’s hands strongly kept me on the ground as if I weighed nothing. He then casually laid down on his side over my abdomen, effectively trapping me beneath him. His weight made any attempt to escape futile.

"Fuck!" I growled in frustration.

He pinned both of my wrists above my head with one hand, the other remaining on the ground to lean on it, preventing his mass from crushing me more than it already was. 

König's expression was yet again unperturbed while my anger was clearly showing. He stayed motionless over my excessive attempts toward freedom, reveling with the pure rage that emanated from me in every way, shape or form. I could have sworn there was a smile forming behind his hood as he watched me struggling under his one hand. 

"Good, you have at least some fire behind that pretty face." he said bluntly.

I scoffed and shot him the meanest glare I could afford.

"Release me and you'll see what this pretty face will do!" I yelled, not a care in the world about the actual position I was in.

I struggled again but was unable to free myself from this beast of a man. I frantically moved my legs up and down, but I still wasn't able to reach him. König let out a deep laugh as he found pleasure in my frustrated attempts, making my body shake with his as the sound reverberated in my rib cage.

"I won't lie soldier: I appreciate your tenacity, but you won't get anywhere if you keep throwing a tantrum. Save that anger for real danger."

He maintained his hold on me as I clearly wasn't willing to give up, but his strength was too much. 

I had to face it: I would not be going anywhere until he decides otherwise. My cheeks burned with embarrassment; this situation was fucking humiliating. 

I felt so lucky that there wasn't anyone else in the gym at that moment because, as a last resort, I ceased all movements and waited for him to lose his grip. As my struggles began to die down, a blank expression washed over my face; It almost looked like defeat. 

But König wasn't stupid, he wasn't going to let me escape that easily.

"You think I can't see you're only pretending?" he said with a low, menacing voice.

He brought his free hand closer to my face so he could bend over me, pinning me even more onto the ground with his huge torso. The weight he put on my chest made it difficult to breathe, his body warmth aggravating the situation. It took over me like a wildfire; the heat spreading in my lungs was unbearable, suffocative even.

He looked at me in his grasp for a moment before averting his gaze back into my eyes. He was so close I could almost feel his hot breath brushing against my lips and neck.

"You cannot defeat an enemy by laying down for them, soldier." he stated, satisfied as he made his point.

Our eyes were locked together, fighting a new battle on their own. His gaze of steel showed how he was savoring his victory, and you know what? 

That's perfect. 

Because that means he has yet to know he just fell into my trap. 

With his free hand now within reach, I rushed my mouth at it and bit him as hard as I could. König only clenched his jaw, refusing any sound to escape; thus robbing me of any satisfaction. 

He took a deep breath before releasing my wrists, only to seize my collar forcefully. He slowly lifted himself from me, bringing me along as though I were a mere dog on a leash.

As he brought me closer to his face, he took a moment to analyze my teeth clenched into the meat of his hand. His eyes scanned my face slowly, like he was searching for something. I kept my jaw locked, my teeth digging in his flesh as a faint taste of iron began to seep onto my tongue.

His grip on my collar was so intense that it was marking my throat, stretching the fabric in the process. In any other setting I would have been pissed at him; but, at this moment, I could only be grateful at the second opportunity he was giving me on a silver plate. 

I smirked on König's hand before bringing my arms up in the air and slipped out of my t-shirt in an instant. König was dumbfounded as his hand was now filled with nothing but a piece of fabric, the other left cold and wet with my saliva. 

Seizing advantage of the surprise effect, I rushed behind him and jumped on his back again with full force.

"Scheiße!" he almost choked.

He struggled to remain standing on his knees, trembling with the lack of stability. I was firmly gripping him from behind, trapping him with my arms and legs as I locked them around like my life was on the line—as it still kinda did.

Just like in an over-exaggerated cartoon, his upper body rocked slightly back and forth… only to fall miserably onto his stomach. My shirt slipped from his grasp as I pinned down both of his arms with haste, my legs straddling his trunk firmly.

"How's the view down here huh? Had enough yet?!" I mocked, my laughter soon echoing throughout the empty gym.

I tried to appear confident, but inside I was praying hard this was the end. 

My raw torso, only covered by a sports bra, was moving up and down in a frantic motion as I panted heavily. I felt drops of sweat sliding down my spine as I saw one falling from my forehead onto König's back. Only now I realized how much effort I had invested into this merciless fight.

König sighed before averting his gaze upward through half-lidded eyes, his head lifting slightly from the ground in the process. He was definitely distracted, he didn't even try to struggle. 

Now that I was on top of him, he could see me from an angle he never thought was possible…

Not even in his wildest fantasies.

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Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 2 👊

I couldn't believe it; here I was, stuck in this mess, feeling I reached the gates of hell earlier than I should. This wasn't how I planned my fucking 'new start', and karma sure had a wicked sense of humor.

I got to my small bedroom to change and, without much conviction, I made my way to the gym. Or, more accurately, right into what felt like a death sentence. 

As I entered the empty place that reeked of sweat and musk, I quickly spotted König laying against the back wall, already waiting for me. 

Eager to reduce me to dust I see…

He dropped his gears for lighter clothes too, but his face remained hidden as always. He looked down at me for a moment, and I could only look back nervously. 

Focus—If I play this well, maybe I'll be able to get out of this without anything broken. 

Or not… 

I swallowed painfully, unsure of what to expect of my last moments. Should I try to get my way out of this? What's worse, being labeled as a coward or as a dead woman? The atmosphere hung in a hushed stillness, as if we were observing a moment of silence before my impending execution. 

His hoarse voice jolted me back to reality as it resonated through the gym and down my spine, sending unpleasant shivers.

"Let us begin. Make sure not to hold back, soldier." he warned as he promptly directed me into the ring.

Why am I doing this again…? 

Think… I could take advantage of his height, but still… König is huge—like huge huge. My head don't even reach his shoulders for fuck sake! How am I supposed to fight against that? 

I locked my gaze to his as I tried not to show too much of a defeated look. Yeah, let's put on a brave face for now… Something could work, but that would only be possible if he makes the first move. 

Yet, König stood perfectly still, appearing like those flawless Greek statues that convey pure strength through their very form. His muscles were accentuated by the snug fit of his t-shirt, the sight alone would dissuade anyone from even looking in his direction. 

Like all the other lucky people he sparred with, I was obviously shorter than him. That's nothing new. But I too had consistently faced opponents higher than me—well, maybe not that high...

He was calm, yet something was off. He raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for me to make a move. But here I was, staring back at him like a mad cat ready to pounce, longing for him to engage. I waited. But nothing happened. 

I have to make him move, I have no other options.

… 

Ok, maybe I’ll die today, but I'll make this at least entertaining for the both of us. Resolved, I switched to a smug look, determined to make this act at least somewhat believable.

"What are you waiting for? Afraid to take on someone smaller?" I taunted.

I maintained my smirk as sweat beads formed on the nape of my neck. König's eyes remained fixed on me for a moment. He seemed tense, but his mood still remained mainly indecipherable.

"Nice try, but a true warrior knows when actions speak louder. I recommend doing the same." 

I felt my insides slowly twisting into a knot, acknowledging briefly all the anxiety I was desperately trying to ignore since the beginning of this ill-fated evening.  

I can do it. At least I have to try.

After taking a deep breath, I stared back, straight into his eyes, now full of a newfound determination.

"Of course." 

I waved two fingers at him as my smirk grew wider. 

"Bring it on."

König stood motionless as he watched my fingers move in front of me. He saw my hand gesture, he knew what it meant, yet he remained still. 

Although, I could see something flicker in his eyes. Was it anger? No, more like… annoyance. Understandable, given he brought me here to teach me a lesson.

I also noticed his fists slightly clench in my peripheral vision.

Huh… So my attitude might somewhat affect him.

I obviously can't win by force, so I have to think, and think well. My mind was going wild, racing with possibilities. I kept my grin on, but this time it was genuine.

"Come on, no need to be shy. I don't bite." I almost purred to provoke him again.

I hope I won't regret my words…

Shit, I know I'll fucking do, but at least it's working.

König’s eyes widened a bit at my words. He stood his ground again, yet I could feel it: despite his stoic demeanor, he was growing more and more irritated as the seconds ticked by. 

"Still hesitating? You're softer than I thought..." I chuckled.

It was as if you could see the air change around him, how the shackles of control were on the verge of giving in. He just needed one last push, something that would make him want to shut me up badly… So, I took a deep breath as the thrill made my heart pound louder and louder.

"Come on, big guy!" I shouted, "Cat got your tongue, or are you afraid a woman might show you how it's done?!"

König stayed still and yet, just as I feared he might, I could tell his lips curled up into a dark smile. 

In an instant, he stepped forward with fire in his eyes, his anger turning into rage. He seemed furious at himself for falling into some stupid mind games, but his frustration could not stay contained anymore. He lunged forward, his fist flying towards my face.

Yes, now! 

In one swift motion, I squatted as much as I could and slipped between his legs. He tried to close his thighs on me, but I violently kicked the back of his knee with my forearm right before he could react. 

It luckily made him lose his balance, so I sprang back behind him and pulled his arm in an arm lock, ignoring the throbbing pain I got in my own after the blow I just gave him. 

He grunted in pain as he bent down, his hurt knee on the ground. As I pushed myself on his back, I immediately felt the immeasurable strength under there. The description of him being a "muscle mountain" felt pretty accurate, at least as much as I wished it didn't. 

I'll have to anticipate all of his movements, otherwise, if he manages to catch me, I'm fucked. Even all my years of practice could find themselves useless when faced against such an opponent.

Although my movements were a surprise attack, König surely had been anticipating something like this. He winced as I put more pressure on his arm and back. Still, he tried his best to fight through it.

His strength is undoubtedly prodigious, but still: it doesn't mean he's immune to pain. 

He let out a loud roar as he attempted to break my stance, his free hand reaching for me. 

If he could just get one good grip, I would be terminated. 

Expecting such a reaction, I managed to avoid his big palm but shit—that was close.

I tightened my grip and forced his other knee on the ground with a strong foot kick. This allowed me to firmly plant both of my feet on his calves and keep them grounded, exerting all my weight on them like my life depended on it. Even though, in this moment—it kinda did.

Grumbling in pain, König placed his free hand on the ground to resist being pushed down further.

Despite my best efforts to pin him down, even with only one hand to support him, it still proved impossible.

I need to neutralize him in some other way, and quickly!

König suppressed his grunting; he wasn't giving up too, not that soon, not like this. His free hand reached for me again, searching for my arm… 

...and he found it.

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Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 4 👁

"Alright… I surrender." König groaned.

I hastily released his arms as a rush of relief floods my whole body and mind, not even questioning if he was genuine or not. He strongly pushed himself up, causing me to fall to the ground in the process. He halfheartedly dusted off his shirt before his raspy voice echoed through the cold walls of the gym again.

"I did not expect this level of aggression from you, but I should have known better. You will do just fine here, soldier." he admitted, his voice tinted with a tad of annoyance.

König's gaze was like a laser piercing through my flesh, focusing particularly on my upper body. A shiver traveled all along my naked spine, soon realizing how much skin I was exhibiting. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I grabbed my shirt and frantically put it back on. 

I could almost hear him labeling me as an exhibitionist now. But let's play cool for now, at least I'm… alive!

"To be frank I never thought I would win, but..." 

I let my lips stretch to a cocky grin.

"... the end justifies the means, am I right?"

I cupped my hips with my hands and proudly puffed out my chest, like the true winner I was. König let out a small, almost mocking laugh as he looked away for a moment. His eyebrows furrowed when his face fell toward me again.

"Don't let it get to your head, you won one match. You have a lot more to prove before you start bragging."

Amused, I replied tit for tat: "And I think you should take a look at your hand before giving lessons!"

I bursted into laughter as I saw the fresh wound throbbing. König turned his head slightly and only acknowledged it with a scoff. His aura changed to a more somber one as he leisurely walked toward me, much like a predator to his prey, closing the space remaining between us. 

"Don't think I am not one for revenge," he said sternly, growing annoyed again. 

He towered over me from all his height, more menacing than ever. My fight or flight reflexes kicked in when he slowly moved his arm in front of my face. I flinched, ready to go back at it, but it was only to showcase the sweet injury I left him, presenting to me the irrefutable evidence of my crime.

I smiled at the view of the perfect imprint of my teeth on his skin. I took great pleasure in analyzing it, checking if everything was in place like the dentist I wasn't. 

I couldn't deny the absurdity of the situation as a sense of amusement bubbled within me, threatening to spill over in the form of a giggle. König shot me a glare and I couldn't help it; another laugh escaped my lips as a result of nerves mixed with excitement. 

His expression hardened, which caused me to feel a wave of cold air wash over my body. He stared at me for a few more seconds before speaking again. 

"Laugh all you want, but you will pay for that in due time." König warned with a low, guttural voice.

My eyes snapped right back onto his. I tried to compose myself, wiping away my grin, but failed miserably. Despite the impending fallout, I reveled in the pettiness of our exchange.

"And yet, you're the one who wished for a fight—what were you expecting?" I quipped.

I crossed my arms on my chest as to put more weight to my plea, the adrenaline from our match still coursing through my veins, a mocking smile dancing on my lips. 

König gazed at me intently, remaining stoic and deep in thoughts for a moment as the echoes of our fight still lingered in the air. Clearly, he had little tolerance for disrespect, nor did he appreciate my respondent. 

"What was I expecting?"  König repeated in a threatening tone, "I was expecting a fight, not a little wolf trying to sink her teeth into me."

"Though you liked it." I smirked.

His cold body language and deadly stare told me everything I needed to know. He wasn’t amused by my attempt to inject humor into the situation, not at all. 

Unimpressed, he bent down and firmly gripped my shoulder, getting to my height like he would with a little child, but his tone was everything but gentle and reassuring: his voice was cold and slow, mechanic almost. 

"I'll admit I underestimated you, but don't try to eat more than you can swallow." "You're still new here." "And replaceable."

Ouch. This hurt more than I would have liked to. The amusement dimmed off of my face as the reality of potential consequences sank in. The force he displayed moments ago also made me reconsider to just nicely comply rather than stand up to him. I still want to work here after all, and being a fractious little gremlin won't do me any favors.

König's gaze shifted downward to my shoulder, which was still in his grasp. His expression had returned to its former demeanor—stoic and reserved. 

"If you really want to earn your place in this taskforce, you'll have to do more than surprise me." he warned.

Ah, so beating your ass doesn't count I guess?

"You know that you'll have to prove your shooting skills tomorrow, or perhaps you really didn't listen earlier?"

As he locked his blue eyes with mine I could feel heat emanating from his body, perfectly contrasting with that icy gaze of his.

He squeezed my shoulder, enjoying the tension he was forcing me to feel. But I wasn't overly concerned about it; instead, I saw it as a challenge to take on.

"I know, and I will sir." I simply replied, not wanting to address the part about me dozing off in the middle of a meeting.

Our faces were mere inches apart, our foreheads almost touching. I unconsciously seized the opportunity of being this close to analyze what could be grasped of his masked face. His grayish eyes were half closed, looking almost tired. The body paint he was using around them made them pop so much it was impossible not to dwell on them. If he wasn't so much of a pain in the ass, I could almost admit they were stunning. 

As no sound came to my ears, I started to wonder if I had pressed the pause button unintentionally. König looked almost puzzled as he remained silent and motionless. Yet, I don't remember hitting him on the head.

I slightly rotated my head to inspect König's hand, still grabbing me by the shoulder. It was so big in comparison, I wondered for a second where else it could go without giving me that impression.

"You have something else to say?" I almost scolded, looking at him with a side eye.

His eyes flicked to meet mine as I spoke. The tension in the air was palpable as he continued to hold my shoulder, but his grip was slowly loosening.

Finally, after a moment of silence, he let go and turned away. 

"That's all, soldier," he said in a somewhat bored tone as he walked away, "Be sure to get plenty of rest, you'll need it for tomorrow."

I looked at him leaving the building, puzzled with what just had happened, before eventually making my own way out of it. Soon after, hot water was finally cascading over me in the showers, washing away the remnants of the day's chaos. The sound of the running water provided a soothing backdrop as I stood there, reflecting on the surreal turn of events. 

Steam filled the cubicle, creating a perfect reflection of my state of mind. Despite the warmth, a shiver ran down my spine. Still, I couldn't help but to smile as I replayed the scene in my mind. 

When I got back to my room, the weight of the day settled in. I crawled into bed, the softness of the sheets offering a stark contrast to the hardness of the gym floor. Everything was quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of the late base activity.

Lying there in the dark, I couldn't shake the feeling of accomplishment that clung to me like a comforting blanket. There was a certain satisfaction in defying expectations, especially when they were mine. Yet, beneath the amusement, a flicker of concern still lingered in the back of my mind. 

I could see the bite mark as if it was still in front of me: a symbolic reminder of today's events, engraved in my memory—but mostly onto König's skin. 

I giggled, thinking about how he'll have to put up with it for a while. But it was my message for him, full of innuendos, like how someone signs a letter for their lover with a lipstick kiss mark; only the intent here clearly more on the hate than on the love side. 

As I closed my eyes, the image of König danced in my mind, a peculiar lullaby that accompanied me into the realm of sleep.

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